Chapter 22

I got a sandwich and lemonade and joined the women in the tub. Five minutes later, Phillip joined us, sans suit. I winked at him and put Sharon in my lap to love on her. He did the same with Laura.

"Becca, I think you should make out with Mrs. Smith," I said.

"May I, Mr. Smith?" Becca asked.

"Be my guest," he said.

Becca leaned in and started kissing Laura, allowing her hands to wander. It wasn't long before Laura was moaning, and returning her caresses, to the point that Phillip let her get off his lap, letting them become more intimate. It wasn't long before Laura orgasmed, gasping into Becca's mouth as they mashed their breasts together. My cock was ready to come out and play. I told Becca and Sharon to dry off, go in the house and get in a sixty-nine, it was time to pop Sharon's anal cherry.

They scampered, there's no other word better suited; scampered out of the hot tub and dried off, racing f